Still, quantity could bring about a qualitative change. If he could go to the City of Silver and do this once more, he could digest at least two-thirds of the Wandering Mentor potion, perhaps even more. Unfortunately... Amon was lurking there. It was simply too risky.
Early the next morning.
Edward woke from his sleep and stared at the dark gray stone ceiling in brief confusion. Lilith lay sprawled on his stomach, still fast asleep.
He sat up carefully, rubbed his aching forehead, then looked through the window at Moon City, which was already bustling with activity. He still felt somewhat dazed:
Yesterday... so very many things happened.
The Three Great Churches had gathered, the royal family's demigods and angels had mobilized, there had been the false world fabricated by the Quill, the photographs falling from the sky, the Great Smog of Backlund, Earl Hall nearly being stabbed to death by his brother-in-law, the Angel of Fate Ouroboros taking him to the Forsaken Land of the Gods, meeting the True Creator, and then arriving in Moon City...
And all of this had happened within a single day!
Not even Jack Ma could have had such a packed itinerary!
But the biggest problem now was that Mr. Fool still hadn't responded. The new week's Tarot Club meeting was almost upon them, yet Mr. Fool had suddenly disappeared. Wouldn't the Tarot Club members have a breakdown in no time?
Lilith woke with a mumble just then, rubbing her eyes. "Edward, you're awake."
"Yes. How did you sleep last night?"
She arched her back and stretched. "I don't know. I just drifted off. I don't like it here. There isn't a single rat."
"We'll be able to go back soon."
Edward patted her head, comforting himself as much as her.
He had just